Gyrfalcon's Keep Clé go mo feistí féin (Left to my own devices)

Kieran dipped his head in greeting. " Well met erika. yer are not from dees parts loike me?" He wondered at the sadness that lay thick on her like a shroud. Did he seem like that? Was it like this for others to look at him, the grief that ate him up? The guilt at losing his true love to a right bastard. A man who didn’t deserve to live, yet lived still because He had taken everything from Kieran and he had watched as his beautiful Kiva had died. He wanted to rip that males face off, instead he had gotten a scar for his trouble and a heart so shattered that he didn’t know if it could even be put back together again.